First, I know.
I KNOW I already talked about this on twitter.
I've gotta stop doing that to myself, scooping my own blog posts.
In this picture, it is the beginning of first grade, I am 6:
In this picture, it is the end of eighth grade, I am 13:
Nay, ALMOST FOURTEEN!
In just a few short months, I will be in high school!
HIGH SCHOOL I SAY!
I remember feeling awfully grown up in junior high.
Of course, I also remember my constant feelings of MIFFED because everybody ALWAYS thought my younger brother was my older brother, and I mean, I was thirteen, which is a TEENAGER, and he was only eleven, which is a tiny, tiny child.
No wonder they thought he was older.
I looked like a 6-year-old.
(Kellee and I both forgot about or diptychs this week. Spring fever I suppose. We're doubling up again next week, with 'glee' plus 'saved'.